#also then i get home and my mom was like 'this guy was in an accident yesterday i think he went to school with u

[morbid-archive-com]

△Shifting ask game: with Frank⋆˚࿔

⋆˚— What was your first dr? : i know it's cringe but i have to be honest, lt was MHA, i was a very cringy loser kid back in 2020 and watched way too much anime. And for why i switched it: it took a long time but i realized how much o didn't want to be a pro hero and how toxic that dr was. Now my main dr is dead by daylight (my fav game!) and this band dr i really love.

⋆˚— Here my name is Frank Morrison... I stole it! (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) I just didn't have more ideas for names and decided to take one from a fictional character from my dbd dr.

⋆˚— The garage! Just kidding, i stay with my band member in his house but he forgot to tell his parents, his mom saw me on the garage taking a nap and started hitting me with a broom! ರ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ರ

⋆˚— For edits well, it's 2005 so we got AMVs of our songs, clips from concerts going viral and glittery pfp's of my band members. Also stamps and blinkies people use in Myspace about our band! The fandom is pretty chill, mostly people getting wasted and doing pot or teens who hate their parents.

⋆˚— aaw the outfit of the day! I love that part.

well we have alternatives, being a teen fashion icon by the time looks so good.

⋆˚— free time is all the time, if you think about it... Anyways, just hang out with the guys, writing some lyrics or getting in trouble! Setting fire to cop cars is always an option! (I'm joking-not joking)

⋆˚— My non-native english suffered this one... But i think it means like my comfiest and safe dr that feels like a home. Well it's my alt future dr: already 35, life solved, millionare scientist and married to a beautiful husband. It's just the greatest dr i could have.

⋆˚— Punk band dr: 4 junkies with guittars play like shit and go famous.

⋆˚— My brain just spits ideas like a maniac and i make a pinterest board... Everything is in my braing or in notion written down.

⋆˚— i made a post once about it: i met Lu on highschool, Kristen is my mutual on Myspace and Dan works part time at a videoclub i always go to.

⋆˚— family?... what family? you guys scripted a family? The problem is that i didn't have any ideas for parents and it would be a problem for me so i scripted i was an orphan. This is very common so don't act like i'm weird.

⋆˚— the funniest scenario definitely was a my first awarding, i was so out of place between big artists from the time and i was just a little high so i fell asleep. Can you imagine waking up from a nap with your friends screaming and shaking like crazy, spotlights shining on you and a bunch of applause? I genuinely screamed "ALIENS?"... Anyways that was such a cool week, like having 5 star hotels, meeting a lot of people, getting out of jersey to visit Los angeles was something incredible as just a garage band.

⋆˚— Kristens brother, our manager and promoter. Like dude can you not frown and stare at me with hate for once?!? I just had a few shots, definitely not a whole bottle of vodka.

⋆˚— It's a Myspace blog named "The mischief booknote" i just post stuff about music and rebel shit i do for fun, also listing my 46 commited crimes and adding more everytime. Cause setting stuff on fire is cool when you're a teen.

That was fun!!! Thanks for this Asking game @solstices-dreams

ᓚᘏᗢ﹐𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. ⁞ ˎˊ˗

shifting ask game reblog for asks ↻ ‧₊˚.

i’m bored so here’s another ask game, i’ll try to ask to everyone who reblogs, as long as tumblr isn't too glitchy, but feel free to send asks to others

— ��� : what was your first dr and what is currently your main dr? How and why have you made this switch?

— 🏷 : what is your name for your dr and why is that your name?

— 👜 : what’s your house look like? Do you have any roommates or people who live with you? What’s your favorite aspect of your house and why?

— 🎞 : what edits of you would there be in your dr? what is your fandom like?

— 🩰 : what is your OOTD (outfit of the day) for a dr and why?

— 🏛️ : what do you do in your free time? Who are you with? Where do you go?

— 🗝 : what is your most niche dr and why did you make it?

— 📜 : summarize your dr in a sentence

— 🧳 : what is your favorite way to script and share your favorite dr script

— ♟ : who’s in your friend group and how did you make this friend group?

— 🕰 : what’s your family like? Who’s your favorite person and what are your relationships with your different members?

— 🎻 : what is a fun scenario you have scripted and you excited for? (be detailed! :)

— 💼 : who is someone you don’t get a long with in your dr? Why?

— 🍨 : what are your socials like in your dr? Followers? Username? What do you post?

[paranoiddreams]

Ch.1 - Spare Tire

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tags/warnings — allusions to death, grief, overall really angsty, assassin!toji, Nobara was adopted by Nanami, Yuji lives with his grandpa and big brother!Sukuna, mamafushiguro is mentioned (not sure if I want to give her a specific name yet), Toji is depressed, Megumi asks a lot of questions, descriptions of murder and killing, one allusion to alcohol consumption, not a lot since this is the first chapter hehe, reader is very confusing and mysterious rn but her side of the story is coming next!

WC — 3.48 k

a/n — oh my god thank you all so so much for all of the support that this series is getting so far!! Chapter one hasn’t even come out yet (until now obviously) and so many people are excited for this series like I am! This chapter is pretty angsty, but we need to hurt before the comfort 🥹 It’s also more of Megumi and Toji but the next chapter will be reader’s POV! I want to make this a story with heavy plot lines, but also with fluff that makes up for the hurt. It’s also a pretty self indulgent series since it’s my first on here lol.

Nobara’s small fingers braid strands of Megumi’s jet-black hair as Yuji spins on the swing wildly next to them. His cherry blossom colored locks are already sticking up from the tiny braids Nobara attempted to put in his hair as well, but gave up after deeming it too short.

“Have you guys ever lost your parents?” Megumi asks as he kicks the rocks below his feet. The chains of the swing holding him up creak as he slowly sways, adding onto the usual ambiance of recess.

“What? Like in the store?” Nobara asks from behind him, still working on his loose braids with her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.

“Mmm, maybe,” he mumbles, green eyes looking up into the cloudless sky as he thinks. “I didn’t get to ask.”

“Sukuna lost me in the mall once,” Yuji chimes in, his lisp slipping through when he says his brother’s name. “He told me that if I told my grandpa then he’d lose me on purpose next time!”

Nobara clicks her tongue, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You’re both stupid—my daddy always says that I have to stay by his side when we go somewhere because someone bad could try and take me.”

Megumi shakes his head slightly, wincing when Nobara’s fingers pull a strand of his hair roughly. “I was at the car shop with my dad and a woman gave me a quarter for the gumball machine,” he explains, “I got a blue one.”

“You took the quarter?!” She suddenly shrieks, as if he had just stepped on her toes.

“Yes,” he says blankly. “She asked where my dad was, and when I told her about Betty, she said that she lost her dad.” Megumi explains, trying to remember everything the woman said with all of his might.

Yuji’s gaze snaps away from a cloud he was ogling shaped like a duck, back to Megumi. “What?! She lost him?”

“Yeah,” the boy confirms.

A short silence falls over them as Nobara finishes with trying to drain Megumi’s hair, sitting on the third swing.

“Maybe he passed away,” She sighs solemnly. “My daddy’s mom died before he adopted me.”

Yuji gasps softly. “Yeah maybe!”

Megumi shakes his head. “No, I asked her that,” he says.

Nobara pulls one of the practice braids she weaved into his hair, an angry expression on her tiny face.

“Ouch! What was that for?!”

“Why would you ask someone that? How rude!”

Megumi looks down at his old beat up shoes, a wave of embarrassment heating his face. “She said he didn’t,” he mutters.

“Then what happened?”

Nobara and Yuji both look at him in search of an explanation; but Megumi looks as if he’s searching for one as well.

“I don’t know,” he says, “we left before she told me.”

Megumi had spent the rest of the day thinking about the woman and what she could’ve possibly meant. He knew what loss was—the concept of death wasn’t lost on him. But how else could someone lose someone else?

He even asked his dad when they got home, but he was only met with an “I don’t know kid,” before he watched him disappear into the garage to work on the car.

“Maybe you can help her find him,” Yuji’s enthusiastic voice makes Megumi wince slightly.

“Maybe my dad can,” he theorizes, looking up in thought, “he said he finds people sometimes for his job…”

…

Toji’s nail beds are caked with blood and dirt, as well as the material of his sweats.

“Damn it, fuck!” He hisses under his breath. He just washed them, the memory of the journey to the laundromat still present in his mind; Megumi’s stubborn attitude, the long wait, and the stares from concerned mothers and old men.

He’s only snapped out of his temporary agitation when he hears the sound of a blaring train horn in the distance—it’s nearly sunset, which is how he knows that he’s taken way too much time on this job.

As Toji walks to the back of the abandoned building where he parked, he unstraps all of his knives and guns from his body. He opens the passenger door before throwing them inside, right under the loose floorboard. His gaze drifts to the back before closing the door, spotting Megumi’s car seat still strapped into the seat. With a sigh, he slams the passenger door closed and gets into the driver’s side, speeding off before anyone could catch sight of him.

The radio in his car doesn’t work, so the drive home is quiet, as usual. It hasn’t worked for the past 5 years, but Toji’s just never gotten around to replacing it. So he’s gotten used to the silence during morning drives to Megumi’s school, or the ride back from a bloody job worth a few weeks of food on the table.

He was never much of a music guy anyways, and funnily enough, Megumi never was either.

When Toji pulls into the driveway of his house that’s never truly felt like a home, he sighs in relief knowing that Megumi is back from school. But before he opens the front door, he takes a deep breath, ready for a usual evening home. When he does walk in though, it’s just as silent as it was outside.

“Megumi,” Toji calls out, dropping his car keys onto the kitchen table. He spots papers of math equations and grammar practice filled out next to a glass of juice in his usual spot.

“I’m home,” Toji calls out again. He steps into the hallway, the sound of his steel-toed boots echoing loudly against the tile. When he’s only met with silence again, he turns his head to look down the hall towards his son’s bedroom, beams of his yellow night light pouring through his slightly ajar door. He slowly walks over to peek his head in. But all he finds is Megumi fast asleep in his bed, his Spider-Man blanket wrapped around his little body. He’s still wearing his shoes, and his hand is dangling off the end of the mattress, but he looks just as comfortable as ever; like a grown man who’s passed out after a few too many beers. A bit of drool drips from the side of his mouth, onto the pillow under his head. His black hair is a mess around his face.

Toji doesn’t know how he could’ve created something so…small and innocent. He isn’t sure how so much good came from him. But then he catches his son in moments like these, when he’s asleep, or playing outside with his friends, and remembers that beautiful face he’s tried to forget for so long.

Some days, Toji can’t even look at him without seeing her.

…

Megumi wakes up to the sound of his dad’s heavy work boots clomping around in and out of the open garage. He rubs his eyes with his small hand before hopping out of bed and waddling sleepily out of his room.

“Daddy?” He calls out into the empty hall.

Toji peeks around the corner, coming out of the garage. “Get dressed kid,” he says, “we’re going back to the car shop.”

Megumi pulls his hand away from his droopy eyes and looks up at his dad. He looks tired, and if he had to guess, that could only mean he spent the night sitting on the back porch drinking his ‘grown-up juice’.

“Betty’s broken again?” He asks.

“Nah, we just need a spare tire.”

The little boy cocks his head to the side, emerald eyes trained on his father to try and decipher the meaning behind his words.

“Just go get dressed and we can get breakfast after, yeah?”

A rare smile creeps onto Megumi’s face and he nods his head adamantly, his messy locks falling over his eyes. He turns around and speeds down the hall towards his room, his tiny feet pattering against the tile.

Toji warms up the car as he waits for Megumi to get dressed, the garage door wide open. He hears two distant voices across the street, and when he looks up he spots the familiar blonde business man he’s lived in front of for 3 years now. His daughter, Nobara, is tugging on his coat while rambling on about something that Toji can’t make out from where he is.

Nanami’s wife walks out behind them a moment later after locking the front door. She skips over to him and kisses his cheek before picking Nobara up and putting her into the backseat of their car. The little girl’s laughter echoes through the neighborhood, along with the chirps of morning birds singing, and Toji finds himself slightly annoyed.

Does the world have to be so sunny and beautiful while he goes on feeling like he’s stuck? Did the world have to keep spinning after his crumbled right in front of him?

Nanami’s car pulls out of the driveway, the happy family waving at Toji from inside as they drive away down the road. He lets out a low sigh and unlocks his own car, just as the garage door opens.

“I’m ready,” Megumi says when he walks out in a shirt and shorts he put on quickly.

Toji helps him into the back of the car, making sure he’s strapped into his car seat tightly before getting into the driver’s seat himself. He pulls out of the driveway and into the morning sun, immediately putting his visor down to block his rusty green eyes from the rays.

“Daddy, do you remember that lady that was at the car place last time?” Megumi asks as they drive onto the main roads.

Toji’s eyes flicker up to the rear view mirror for a moment to look at his son before the face of the woman his son is referring to pops back up into his mind. He hadn’t given her a thought since that night a few days ago, when Megumi asked him about something the woman told him. But he can barely even remember what that something was since he seldom comes up for air when he drowns himself in work.

“I do,” Toji answers Megumi after a few moments of reminiscing about the woman. He faintly remembers the name y/n attached to the image of her face in his mind. “What about her, kid?”

Megumi looks out the window as he speaks to his father, watching as the traffic lights turn green and red. “I told Nobara and Yuji about how her dad was missing,” he says. “They said that I should ask you to find him for her.”

Toji’s eyes fly back up to the rear view mirror, his scarred lip twitching slightly. “What?”

“I told them that you find people for your job sometimes,” Megumi confirms, “so they said you should find that lady’s dad.”

A soft sigh fills the car, Toji running his fingers through his hair. His face is one of a father’s whose child just asked him what death is. His face carried the same expression when a 4 year old Megumi first asked him what he did for a living to put food on the table and buy his favorite animal crackers.

Toji just didn’t have the heart to tell him what he’s really doing when he’s not home. He doesn’t have it in him to look Megumi in the eyes and tell him that he kills people he only knows the names of for a couple grand.

So, he told him the least monstrous part of his profession.

“I find people.”

It was a meek response compared to the reality of things. He wishes he would have prepared more, maybe before he took the job, just so he had an answer for what he does. And maybe why. But he stopped looking for those answers a long time ago.

“I can’t just find y/n’s dad, it doesn’t work like that,” Toji says after a long pause. He doesn’t even realize the woman’s name slipped from his lips until he hears Megumi softly repeating it to himself in the back.

“Why not?” He asks, expression blank, as if the answer was owed to him.

Toji clears his throat. “Because, it just doesn’t, Megumi. Mr. Shiu gives me my…clients.”

Megumi’s ears perk at the familiar name of his father’s boss. Couldn’t his dad just save the day for once?

“Then can’t you ask Mr. Shiu to talk to her?”

Megumi just wishes that he could say anything but, “My dad finds people,” when it’s his turn to share in class. Because then, when he only manages to get confused looks in return, they ask about his mom. And he’s not sure what to say about her either.

“Can’t, kid. I only know her first name.”

Toji’s not sure why he’s even saying this; even if he did happen to know y/n’s last name he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Not even mentioning the fact that people who don’t want to be found will not be found.

“Besides,” he adds on as he pulls into the parking lot of the car shop, “she probably doesn’t want to find him.”

Megumi’s confusion only grows.

“Daddy, why? He’s her dad.”

Toji’s hit, yet again, with another question he doesn’t know how to answer without wanting to smoke a cigarette. He turns his head to look over his shoulder at the all too curious seven year old.

“Well, she’s not a kid anymore, so there’s probably a reason she doesn’t know where he is. Some people just don’t talk to their parents after a while,” he explains slowly. “I don’t.”

Megumi’s eyes widen with realization before he looks out of the car window, the sun just starting to fully rise into the sky. His little face scrunches in thought before he looks back at Toji.

“Will I talk to you when I’m older, daddy?”

A moment of silence passes through the car, sending a chill down both of their spines. The answer Megumi is looking for is one Toji is afraid to even consider.

…

The glass door of the car shop swings open, a small bell chiming as Megumi scuttles in with Toji trailing behind him. He goes immediately to the front counter to talk to a bald man with glasses, the owner of the shop, about the spare tire for Betty.

Megumi takes it upon himself to wander away as soon as the words the two men are exchanging turn into a jumble of adult words. He looks immediately for the two rusty gumball machines near the front window; and to his immense surprise, there’s already a figure standing in front of one.

He dashes towards the machines, turning his head up to look at the figure’s face. And just as he suspected, there she is.

“Oh,” it comes out almost as a question, “the gumball police are back.”

“You’re back,” Megumi retorts, pointing a small finger up at her, “y/n.”

She smiles softly, putting a hand in her pocket. “You remembered? Smart kid.”

He smiles ever so slightly, deciding to leave out the fact that his dad is the one who remembered and reminded him in the car during their conversation.

“I told my dad to find your dad,” Megumi says, tilting his head slightly as he looks up at y/n. “He said that there’s probably a reason you don’t know where he is though—because you’re not a kid, or something.”

Y/n lets out a soft laugh, a little taken aback at how much this kid remembers about their encounter just a few days ago.

“Your dad’s right, there is a reason. There’s a lot of them, actually,” she says, not really knowing why she’s explaining this to a kid. Y/n has always been a brutally honest person, but she’s never met anyone bold enough to actually match it; but now, this kid she bribed with a quarter one time knows about one of her tightly sealed secrets.

“Megumi, what did I say about running off—“

Toji, just like their last trip to the car shop, interrupts a conversation between his son and y/n, the woman who ‘can’t find her dad’.

“You again,” he boasts, as if he’d expected this, “y/n.”

“Toji,” she counters, his name falling from her lips with ease. “It is me, again.”

“You come to this shop often? Or should I be worried about you stalking me?”

Megumi looks up at his dad, a little hand tugging on his pants. He wants to ask if his dad really thinks y/n is stalking them, but when he sees his scarred lip curl into a smile, something he hasn’t seen in a while, he has his answer.

“Yeah, I’m stalking an old man and his kid,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. The same subtle smirk that Toji has on his face settles on her’s as well.

“Old man? I really wouldn’t expect a girl who’s barely an adult to determine if I’m old or not,” Toji says.

Y/n’s smirk turns into a soft smile as she shakes her head. “I can assure you, I am an adult,” she says, looking into Toji’s eyes, “and a woman, not a girl.”

He only raises a brow in response, feeling a burning sensation in his chest as she quickly snaps back at him with the same passive aggressive tone as him. By now, most women would be scoffing and walking away.

“Megumi,” Toji looks down at the now scowling boy; his conversation was yet again interrupted by his dad and he is not happy about it. “Take this,” he says before reaching into his pocket to get a quarter, “and get a gumball while I get the spare tire for Betty and put it in the trunk.”

Megumi looks up at his dad for a moment, before turning to put the quarter into the gumball machine. As he turns the metal knob he hears his dad, and y/n, walk over to the counter of the car shop.

“What a coincidence this is,” Toji says once they’re far enough away from his son, in front of the counter where he was just speaking to the owner; the bald man is still in the back of the shop looking for his tire size. “Makes me think I should ask for your number.”

Y/n mirrors Toji’s stance, huffing out a soft laugh. “Really? What exactly makes you think you need my number?”

“Because,” he says in the same unconvinced tone as her, “I’ve lived here for a while now and I’ve never seen you around.”

He says this with some truth mixed in with his sarcasm; he feels as if he’s met nearly everyone in this small part of town, and never once has he seen this woman. But now he’s run into her again, and in the same place no less. He also knows that if she even has a car, it’s not here; only his, and the owner’s are parked out front.

“But,” he continues, “this is the second time this week we’ve met.”

“Via your son,” y/n adds.

“Yes, the brat,” Toji huffs. “He’s always running off…”

“Well, if you must know,” she sighs after a moment, “I grew up here. I’m back again.”

The man’s eyes run up and down her face, searching for any sign of dishonesty; after being in his profession for as long as he has, he’s adopted the ability to tell when someone is telling the truth, or maybe only half of it. Because humans are predictable. The people around him are all the same, morally weak, copies of one another.

But Toji can tell that y/n is telling the truth—she’s not like the people he’s used to being around, she’s unlike anyone he’s met, which he believes he could bet a lot of money on despite this only being their second conversation.

Although, he can also tell there’s something that she isn’t telling him.

The two are suddenly interrupted when the sound of the owner’s heavy boots interrupt them as he returns from the back of the shop. He lays the spare tire Toji requested onto the counter, a sleazy smirk on his face as he looks between him and y/n.

Toji huffs and stares the grimey man down as he grabs the tire, before turning his head to look at her again.

“Well, y/n,” he says with a softer expression than before. “It was nice to see you—again.”

He then turns around to walk away from her, prepared to call for Megumi, who’s now tapping impatiently on the glass bowl of the gumball machine. But he stops when he hears a soft giggle followed by y/n’s voice:

“Gonna give up on my number that easily?”

Toji turns around with an incredulous smile on his face and feels something inside of him come back to life after being dead and gone what feels like centuries.

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Johnny "Soap " McTavish Head-canons

My personal Headcanons on this man includes: Appearance, family and more

Soap is pretty straightforward, we know a good bit about his personality and such. So these are more of my ramblings of what I think about when I really start writing things.

Appearance

Definitely was the kid with unnerving blue eyes in school. Iykyk

Unlike Ghost and Price, he doesn't have a dad bod. Just built like that, honestly.

Used to play rugby in secondary school, he was too slow for football.

He has a tattoo on his shoulder blade, an inside joke from his secondary school mates. He was the only one to actually get it, but he doesn't know yet

The Mohawk turns into a mullet within a month. He hates it, hence the awkwardly high taper.

Birthmark that is giant on his right thigh. He'll claim when flirting that it definitely looks like the Eiffel Tower.

He looks like his older brothers, to the point where most think he's a triplet. His mom would confuse them growing up, and he hated it.

Curly hair soap!!!! If he would just take care of it!!!!

Scar on his chin, hidden by scruff from when he was learning to ride a bike. He busted it up on some gravel and had to get stitches when he was nine.

Family

Two older brothers and two younger sisters. Older brothers are twins and share the J-name theme. His sisters are 6 years separated.

His mother is a hard-core Roman Catholic. His dad is just a guy. He's tired and just goes to mass.

His hometown is by the shore, his brother Joseph is a fisherman.

His other brother James is a soon-to-be father. Soap is astounded that his brother could be tolerated, and also that he could spoil some chubby baby.

Would kill someone if his sisters asked nicely

No living grandparents, just feels like it makes sense truly.

He and his sister's are jealous of their brothers. They had met the last 'set' of grandparents.

In order of birth; Joseph, James, Johnny, Theresa, and Tatiana.

Theresa is closest to age to Soap, only a 3 year gap. Compared to his brothers who are 5 years older.

Personality

Unlike Simon, Soap in and out of deployment is quite similar. He is still a jokester and crude when home so long as his mother is not around

Despises the color red, like scarlet red. No real reason outside of it's ugly.

Similarly, will choose blue-colored foods if given the choice. His mom actually just refused to give them red foods claiming it was an allergy

Adhd, bad. Should of had ritalin or adderall growing up and maybe he would’ve gone to University over the military.

Draws people, but has facial blindness. He will draw targets in the median of his notebooks to make it easier.

Prefers smaller, hunting dogs to bigger ones. Riley and him just don't get along well.

Decent drinker, but can't drink whiskey. It burns his throat in a way that makes him writhe, he'll try with simon and when he's shitfaced.

Doesn't smoke as much compared to the rest of the guys. Cigarettes are few but he always has a pack on him, just in case.

Tried to use chewing tobacco once, threw up.

Taste's

He is a coffee man, loves a slightly sweet coffee. He order's cold-brew when he has the chance.

Savory over sweets, gifts given will be rich. Dark Chocolates and wines or ales when celebrating.

Wastes time with crossword puzzles, it's his 'old man' hobby.

Beef with the United states, but prefers the east coast to the west. If asked further he would tell you he'd love to hike the Appalachian trail.

Loves 'stoner' movies, that makes him think. Big Lebowski being a comfort and uses scenes to react in group chats.

[cryptix23]

Excitedly seconding Mistholme, Mistholme is amazing, the anthology stuff ranges from fairytale to macabre and it's really well done. And the Tour Guide is really sweet. It's five seasons and complete.

I listen to a LOT of podcasts so here's some of my other favorites:

Observable Radio is incredibly well produced horror anthology: a guy stuck in an isolated radio tower while it slips between dimensions, picking up signals from dystopia after dystopia, each uniquely horrifying. First season is complete and tells a whole story, they're working on a second season but unclear what that story will be.

SCP: Find Us Alive is workplace comedy except the workplace is the SCP foundation and they're also stuck in a pocket dimension and everything sucks but they're figuring it out day by day. If you liked Wolf 359 it has that kinda vibe.

Overbrook is a surreal slice of life horror where two normal-ish young adults are stuck in a town full of nonsense, and one of them keeps dying to the nonsense and coming back. Very weird and enjoyable, sadly seems to be on hiatus.

Unwell is a very good gothic mystery with some horror elements, mostly about loss and grief through a supernatural lens. A woman comes home to help her semi-estranged mom run her boarding house and finds intrigue, some impossible architecture, weird charming men in the woods, and maybe ghosts? Complete.

Weeping Cedars is good modern urban horror, EXTREMELY slow burn but very cool presentation and a lot to dig into, if you can get into it. Technically complete but there's two or three spinoff/sequel podcasts.

Deca Tapes, Deviser, and Second Star to the Left are all shorter and finished, very different stories but all good. Deca Tapes: Dystopian sci fi, a group wake up in a facility with no names or memories and then one of them turns up murdered. Deviser: Existential horror with some serious gore, a guy wakes up in a broken spaceship and the AI tries to guide him through it. Second Star to the Left: bittersweet but hopeful sci fi, about a scout sent to check out a planet for colonization, and the 'minder' chatting through her radio.

White Vault is an incredibly atmospheric horror, I like the first two seasons best before it changes location but it's all very well done. A research group disappears without a trace, a second group is sent out after them, these are the logs of the second group as they try to figure out what happened while being snowed in and menaced by... something.

Mirrors starts as a supernatural mystery and turns into a dystopian time travel adventure, it's been a bit but I remember really liking it. Three women in three different time periods (60s, 2000s, and a nebulous future, iirc) all seem to experience the same haunting. Complete.

Among the Stars and Bones is a bit slow but I really love its sci fi archaeology mystery/adventure, I haven't listened to season 2 but season 1 is a complete story. A group of scientists explore an abandoned alien colony and try to figure out what happened to the inhabitants (and more about the aliens, because we've never found a live one). Then someone turns up dead.

I just started Midnight Burger but I'm definitely enjoying it, it's kind of a comedy but still grounded by the characters. It's about a diner that travels through space and time, landing in random places to open at 6 each day, probably because somebody there needs it.

There's a couple more I could pull up but I'll leave it there and hope you enjoy some of these!

I need a new podcast like I need air someone please save me I haven’t liked the last 10 I’ve tried to endear myself too

I’m genuinely open to anything I listen to a lot of folklore podcasts as well that aren’t fictional so sometimes they don’t scratch the itch

[beatrixst0nehill]

"This is what I'm wearing to my breast reduction consultation. Think it'll bat any eyes?" Hannah giggled, jiggling her tits. "So, I moved back in with my parents to save money and they are super pissed about my boobs. I got them done like this because my first bf in college loved big boobs and he pretty much made me get them done really big like this. I actually love them, just don't tell my old bf. I love complaining about them almost as much as I love showing them off.

Well, my family finally saw them and holy fuck they want me to get them chopped off so bad. It's kind of hot, honestly. They ripped off my shirt and took pictures and videos of me, posting them all over social media, with titles like, 'Our beautiful daughter destroyed her body' or 'Look at these shameful things' or 'Contact us so we can get these ugly things removed ASAP'. And of course countless people bit. My parents tried to find the meanest doctor they could, telling him to get rid of their daughter's hideous breasts. I don't think he knows it's supposed to be a reduction.... I looked up his reviews and he's a total misogynist who guys take their wives or girlfriends to basically have him butcher however they want. Oooo boy, I'm in for a ride. And my parents want to film it? Greeeeeat......

Edit: Well, I'm sure you've all seen the video. Fuck, I am so goddamn ashamed that I orgasmed like eight times during the 'Consultation' my parents scheduled me for. I arrived at this guy's home clinic and it looked really professional until he realized who I was and what my parents told him to do. I didn't get a word in before this guy took me to his basement, telling me I better be a good girl and behave. He stripped me naked and strapped me into a harness, numbed my boobs with some kind of drug. He smiled, stroking my cheek before telling me he heard from my parents what a naughty girl I am, before slapping me. Without warning he started! I was stunned, watching as he cut open my poor boobs and yanked out my implants so fast I could hardly process what he was doing. He laughed at me and called me a filthy whore the whole time, telling me he loved ruining a big set of porno tits like mine.

He shoved my implants into my ass and pussy, then jerked off on me as he mocked my deflated, empty boobs. He removed what was left of them, tossing them in the trash. After that he sewed me up and told me he'd love to see me again, before face fucking me so hard I puked.... He sent me on my way with a spank, naked, my implants still crammed in my holes, my parents had to pull them out. Now they flaunt them like trophies, telling me I need to see him again, that I masturbate too much, and they'd love to see him 'go to work' on my pussy. My mom also wants him to work on my face since I had lip fillers and a nose job, that she'd love to see what he could 'do about that'...... I'm in for a long few months, I think! Wish me luck! Hopefully the surgeon has lots of fun with my body..... ❤️"

[midnightshindig]

allen x human reader hc’s?

Allen x Reader hcs

Probably my last one for today, apologies if it's a bit short!

I love this prompt and I love Allen ughhgfdaofjdgfof shout out s3e4 for literally having me foaming at the mouth

No S3 spoilers for this one!

He's surprisingly normal for an alien

Like, he brushes his teeth, showers, goes on dates, etc

but there's some cool things you get to introduce him to:

Concerts, are a big one, live entertainment isn't really feasible where he's from

But he looooves movies, and shows you all the best alien movies he grew up on

If you're a superhero, he loves training with you

We know Allen, he likes em strong

if not, he probably joins you on your preferred mode of exercise, if you do a sport or something, he'll get into it

You guys take couples boxing lessons together, and he picks it up really quickly

Now that he's on Earth and doesn't have to worry about a fear of PDA, and so he's alllll over that shit

he likes to hold your hand all the time like literally all the time HOLD THIS MANS HAND

that being said, he's also very gestural, so he's holding your hand with one hand and gesturing as he speaks with the other

it works fine enough for him

He loves to carry you, you humans are so lightweight!

Doesn't matter how big you are this guy is just throwing you around for fun

super sad to find out you can't breathe in space

so he settles for taking you flying within Earths limits

He's a big cuddler

takes up like your entire bed and has you lay on top of him

he enjoys it very much

likes to kiss the top of your head as you rest on him

there's something about your rythymic breathing that lulls his own body to sleep

Lots of human stuff is intriguing to him, like, for example: you dream?

He's never known another species to dream

And when you ask, you can't really explain why you dream, just that you do

So he gets like, really into dreams

he wants to analyze them and predict things with them he finds them FASCINATING

in the same way no Viltrumite would think of flying as a superpower- it's just how all Viltrumites work-- Humans don't think of dreaming as a power, just as a bodily function.

and he's sooooo intruiged

maybe a little jealous

so you start making up dreams and narrating them to him while he lays with his eyes closed, head in your lap

It's difficult to look good in photos with him

you know, because he's orange?

But you guys find good color combos and make it work

You guys look great <3

Meeting your parents is hilariously unhinged

Your mom is a little worried about the.... logistics.... of it all

while your dad tries so hard to treat him like a normal human it loops back into being rude

"So.... Allen.... have you considered how you'll have children?"

"MOMWHATTHEFUCK"

Allen can literally only laugh and cover his face with a hand in embarrassment "I mean- Unopans are compatible with a lot of species, I think if that's what Y/n and I wanna do, then it'll be fine"

oh my god this is so embarrassing

and your dad just gives Allen shrimp with the tail on, not explaining you have to take the tail off-

or maybe not bc he's just crunching those fuckers up oh my god

and everyone's a little grossed out

but it goes well, and they like him, and you guys have their approval

hooray

Allen sometimes feels bad that you plan all the dates (you don't mind, really) so he tries to plan you a date

back with the confederation, he was a pretty good cook

so he picks a recipe off the internet and makes it for you

But like. He can kind of eat anything

and it doesn't occur to him that eating raw meat could be.... bad for you?

So he gives you food poisoning and you have to go to the ER

but it's okayyyy you're alright, he feels terrible about it though

You guys are all in all a pretty low-key couple

You go to lunch at a diner together, stay home and see a movie, big cuddling people for sure

Allen Is SO Funny

but in that casual way where he cracks you up while folding laundry

like who cares that he's an alien this is peak domestic bliss

and he wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[collectivephilosopher]

Okay first, I said friend not friends. And what they meant by death flags is that isha was potrayed as the kid who is clearly made to be cute and then be killed trope. I'm here talking narrative wise since you talked about the tragedy genre.

Second I also have a problem with Silco's words at the jail but others have pointed out so I'll only discuss how it played into Isha's death.

"Killing isn't mercy," Jinx said. The problem is how exactly she arrived to that conclusion? Has this always been a mindset that she held? If that is so, it's not a revelation. If this is a revelation I can't see where she get that conclusion. When Isha died, barely any killing happen on jinx's personal level that would give her that conclusion. The only killing that happened was Isha killing warwick. But what idea that she held before that was changed because of isha's death? If isha's tells her killing isn't mercy, then she must hold the idea before that killing is mercy. This sounds... unlikely? I never saw jinx killing for mercy so I cant tell if she holds that ideation.

The same with killing is a cycle. Now killing is not a cycle (but an effort to stop the cycle) does maybe sounds like something jinx might believe. Kill enforcers so they stop killing us which only lead to more killing. Still, how does isha's death proved to jinx that killing is not not a cycle? Isha wasn't killed by let's say caitlyn whose mom was killed by jinx or even enforcers. She sacrificed herself.

The entire warwick situation was because of the arcane which really has nothing to do with jinx. Literally nothing she could've done could've prevented jayce from getting thrown to a fucked up arcane invested world coming back home and immidiately one shot viktor without talking. And no, this is not the inevitability that i'm talking about. The inevitability should come from the respectable character's action.

Besides, Jinx kinda already break the cycle, right? You can call it running away but Silco literally said "walk away" so jinx not joinning the revolution is already walking away. In fact she already said this, "jinx is dead" and her entire plan at the janna temple was so that jinx could just die. If the message is walking away, she already does that and now you call it inaction. You cant call two same action as different thing when it convinience the argument. Silco saying "you should walk away, jinx" as if she has not done that already??? (Again i have problem with the killing is a cycle speech anyways so dont take this as my belief)

The problem she has caused the cities and vi <- honestly this will branch out to another critique that I have but the problem was NOT jinx. The problem was the system, jinx is a product of that system, S1 already establish it. In fact, silco said it himself, "killing is a cycle, one that has started before vander and I" the problem has started BEFORE Jinx/powder was even born. Also, what did she exactly do to Vi?

Jinx faking her death is another problem that i have but it's not that offensive but also, she still avoid the situation, my guy. Until the very end, she never resolved her trauma, she just pretend it never happen.

Isha emulating jinx is a silver lining I gotta say i do like that she sacrifice herself with Jinx's gun, sorta like, baby blue you taught her this. But still, isha's death has more to do with jayce shooting viktor than jinx's influence. It was not caused by Hamartia and i cant really follow the thought process of isha death to death isnt mercy and killing is a cycle. Isha did not have to die in that situation. That's why in my original post I said I thought the theme was passing the torch, isha continuing jinx's creation while jinx died in a free zaun.

Isha death isn't my biggest complaint. As I said it's just a missed opportunity.

ARCANE WASTED POTENTIAL (PART 1)

I feel like a dumbass because I actually didn't expect that Isha would die 😭😭😭. But I suppose that was my fault since my friend told me the deathflags were everywhere.

I thought Isha's story was about PASSING THE TORCH. Like– like think about it. I thought Jinx was going to die and Isha will continue Jinx's creation but with better mindset, in a better living condition. Like, it makes sense, right?

Vander and Silco grew up in Zaun that were so oppressed that the air was lethal to breathe on. Isn't this was what Felicia was worried about? Like having kids? In this damn economy? I think it's agreeable that Zaun is doing better when Vander and Silco took over (or at least closer to independence). During their time together and after their fallout. But both died never being able to see an independent Zaun.

Imagine what could have been.

Silco passed down the torch to Jinx. Jinx was reluctant at first, having being a Jinx and all that. But then during the Stillwater prison break, she realized that as long as Zaun is under Piltover's oppression, Isha will always be in the risk of danger. Ekko could come in, showing/reminding Jinx of another side of Piltover oppression that does not involve the enforcers, he could also show Jinx too the effect of shimmer on the kids who fell victim to Silco's shimmer empire.

Jinx then decided she'll do it. She'll take Silco's torch. She knows Silco's vision (and arguably Vander's too but maybe we can insert Vi into this). But she won't be like Silco. She won't sacrifice the cause for the end goal. She won't stay still like Vander aswell. Keeping status quo will only mean the only torch she will pass down to Isha is the current one, the oppressed, contaminated, covered in blood, grief, and trauma kind of life.

So she'll learn from them two. She'll fight for the children. For Isha, for the future generations, and for her inner child. For Powder that was never able to grew up in a healthy environment. Besides, acceptance by her people actually feels kind of nice. Jinx's story will be about her successing the mission her fathers failed. Achieving what all three of her fathers fought for. And for that, Jinx then will die breathing in Zaun's independence.

She then passed the torch to Isha, who despite having to spend her childhood under Piltover's oppression, will have the chance to grow up in a better Zaun. It won't be perfect but at least Zaun will be undergoing reformation during this time. Isha will be Jinx but without the psychosis that was often debilitates Jinx. She'll have a healthier mind, a healthier vision and view of Zaun. Then one day, she will pass it down to her own children, the kids who will grow in a reformed Zaun.

I just think it's such a missed opportunity to use Isha only as plot device and emotional leverage for Jinx. Besides, it'll tie up nicely with the parenthood theme in S1. That the strings of event passed down from Silco, Vander, then Jinx was not just tragedy for the sake of tragedy. It's about the struggle of these people passing down a torch for their children, designing it as such to their best effort so that their children won't get burnt holding it.

[moeblob]

OC !

[xxplastic-cubexx]

How did you read the X-men comics?! Do you collect physical copies or..do you read them digitally? I really want to get into the Krakoan era but cannot find any place to read the comics. Pls save me friend

I do both!

I buy comics whenever im out and see something interesting and wanna take it home (or make an impulsive decision while browsing ebay…..) or i just really like an issue ive already read online (like 309 or the flashback issue) and i wanna be able to pull it off my shelf to reread it over and over. I read digital if i just wanna know what people are talking about/im curious about a run/issue, or if the run i wanna read’s too large for me to buy at the moment (like all of house of m)

I generally prefer to buy physical comics because im a stickler for physical stuff, esp if theyre used. Plus its easier for me to actually feel incentivized to read them lol. also, should i ever have friends interested in comics, i always like the idea of being able to pluck the issue/s off my shelf and lend it to em :]

If you’re strugglin with a krakoa reading list, i made this list a couple months back that should still relatively hold up! Also worth checking out the original 70’s Krakoa in Giant-Size X-Men #1. Just for funsies tho: it’s not really necessary to read the current krakoa era, but it doesnt hurt to have a peek….

And if you need a site to read comics, Read Comics Online is your best friend (just make sure you got an adblock- its miserable on mobile, so id say read it on a laptop..)!

Happy reading my friend :] !

[millshakes]

Ok so today i had my dads bday!! wow cool and awesome sauce. So, this was my first time seeing my family after moving in my dorm,5 days. It was really fun at first, we ate nando's, I was being super social blah blah, but yeah it drained me like a bitch. Midway in I just started laughing at the silliest things.

There was this cupcake thing, my older sister ordered it, she will be N, there was only one piece left and she gave it to my other sister, H, I was lowkey joking around saying I wanted it, i did a little. However, I already had a couple of bites before so N was like no im giving it to H. Lowkey was a little bummed but oh well, after this I looked down at my phone for a little bit, and when I looked back up I saw my sister handing my mom a plate with the cake bit cut smaller, while going my way. For some reason I had a face of absolute joy and was actually really fucking happy, turns out fuck me it was for my dad who sat besides my mom. My family saw this exchange right and they all laughed at me, I laughed along too, it was pretty funny. However I was laughing fucking hysterically, like crying, almost throwing up, could barely breath, i do laugh like this occaisonally, it means I'm tired as balls.

H and my dad were talking about how much she's been walking, and since iv also been walking(we go to the same uni) I wanted to brag as well since I'm allowed to do that, I checked my app for my steps, I realised the past two days i havent really been walking so I decided to not show them.(I didnt mention this but i was REALLY bragging like being loud as balls) My brother saw me take out my phone mid conversation being loud as balls, look at it then stop talking and put my phone down, we then locked eyes. Me and him suddenly started bursting out laughing and yet again i could barely breath laughing hysterically. But this time while i was laughing, I was hit with a wave of fucking exhaustion and sleep deprivation(I am sleep deprived AS FUCKING BALLS), but this wasnt all I felt, also I felt like a crazy desire to fucking burst out crying. Crying and laughing is a pretty close action uk, but unfortunately I resisted and just continued laughing. After that I didnt let the wave of cry bother me but im pretty sure i was noticebly less outgoing. My social battery was getting drained like a bitch.

Like 5 minutes after that, I looked behind only to see a little girl crying and that shit sent me into another fit of laughter. Take note, this is while my dad is like giving a speech about his birthday thanking god and blah blah BLAH, meanwhile im hunched over fucking in tears.

I settled down after enough time we all finished eating we were just talking, and then we were preparing to leave. I saw my sister say soemthing to my mom and I heard like wanted something, I thought they were talking abt getting food for themselves cuz H and I are gonna go back to our uni's after that. So, I interjected saying wait i want to as well( I thought they said get food) my mom said" Oh? you want to give a couple of words to dad for his birthday?" and my stupid ass said what? no? And then i realised it, my mom mentioned wanting to give a couple words for my dads bday not wanting to get food for later for uni AND THIS SENT ME INTO ANOTHER HYSTERICAL FIT. I could see on my dads face he was over with my ass. I explained my side of the story afterwards and it was all a silly goofy laugh.

When we were going back to the car, my social battery was already dead for awhile. We were at the parking lot we left the mall, and i saw a person behind my, i thought it was my sister, so i looked back TURNS OUT IT WAS SOME RANDOM ASS OLD GUY. AND I BURSTED OUT LAUGHING AGAIN AND MY SISTER GOT MAD AT ME TELLING ME NOT TO LAUGH CUZ YEA I JUST LOOKED AT HIM AND BURSTED OUT LAUGHING NOT NICE AT ALL.

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

the downside to being a sitcom neighbour sort of person is that when rough things happen and emotionally fuck u up a lil bit, it also sounds completely made up

[fleshdyk3]

god i fucking hate my dad

[ayyponine]

not to be a milennial but harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban really is that bitch....

[kipskiptrip]

Plus size shopping at any major store brand is always like

Ugly

Ugly

Cute but will shrink in wash

Doesn't fit

Boomer secretary core

Doesn't fit

Doesn't fit AND ugly

Fits but they don't have my size for sale in the color I want

Ugly

Doesn't fit

FINALLY. Something cute that fits. *read price tag* I'm sorry you said How Much?

[monkee-mobile]

my headcanons… oughh… most of my monkees headcanons are just about them being domestic and snuggling and stuff and that’s too much for tumblr i fear… they’re a family… and they love each other very much…. and take care of each other…… oughhhh monkees….